Haiku Wishes

Puff faces, feather light 
wishes,waltzing with winds:
dandelion fluff.

Snowy-Spring Haiku

Spring dawn wakens to
susurrus snowflakes yawning
beside cherry blossoms.

Dawn Haiku

At first blush, lilac
hues seep into clouds resting
under rising rays.

Haiku

At dawn, nothing stirs
but fallen baby blossoms
caught a-whirl in wind.

Haiku, by Amanda Gilmour.

Foinaven

Fractured quartzite-rocks
graze Achriesgill's grey edges
with scattered pieces
that I wrap in my lace scarf,
keeping the hill close.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

Soul

As I burn your soul
onto paper, a butterfly
lands on my pen.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

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Dawn

Dawn's ghostly whisper,
dappled with rose-gold hues, seeps
into inky skies.

by Amanda Gilmour

Sundown

In the gloaming sky,
pink hues seep from sundown, while
amber-tinged clouds bloom.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

Waltzing

His ashes dust hills,
feeding wildflowers, waltzing
with wild winter wind.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

Shadow

In between shadows,
moonlight illuminates cats
fighting on spring grass.

by Amanda~Louise Gilmour

Filigrees

Petal filigrees
press stencil 
patterns on snow,
echoing full bloom.

by Amanda-Louise Gilmour

Sunset

Atlantic waves slice
the sun in half, a semi-
circle melting.

by Amanda Gilmour

Amber Moon

Amber Moon

Above the city,
light polluted night leaks
amber into the moon.

by Amanda-Louise Gilmour

Web

In the blossom tree
a crystal-spun web is
ignited by sunrise.

Haiku

Icicles tinkle

on a sleeping blossom tree

twinkling in the sun.

Haiku

Hanging from the bough,

a solitary ice strand

bathes in dawning glow.

Haiku

Badger

Snowflakes rest upon
the old badger, blanketing
sleeping, open eyes.

Amber

AMBER

Oriental lily
stains the wings
of a white butterfly
amber.

Amanda-Louise Gilmour

Pearl

Pearl

Twilight blinks
upon the road
a lifeless deer:
pearl balled in
mirrored eye.

Amanda Gilmour

The Gloaming

The Gloaming

From thrawn skeleton,
a cloud of pink petals
sigh from the old gean
in the glen beyond the wall,
where birds sing and deer roam,
while rivulets of glassy burn
pass through in lilting lullaby
carrying fallen blooms
from the natural world
in a trail of confetti,
meandering into 
the gloaming mouth 
of the firth.

Amanda Gilmour